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Today I woke up unemployed.

I kept my eyes closed a little longer, eager to feel the butterflies set in, but they didn’t. I opened them to find the sun filtering through the cracks in my blinds as I stretch my waking muscles. Today is the first day I have woken up unemployed in seven years.

I lay in my bed for a while, waiting for the panic to set in. What have I done? After a horrendous, eight-day stint in a new job, I made the decision that I just couldn’t do it. It was not an easy decision. I had just quit two jobs to take on this new one, I recently bought a new car I was still paying off and, most importantly, what sort of pathetic loser quits a job after just eight days? My mother tried to reassure me. “Yes, it is pathetic,” she said (She’s not a sugar-coater), “but it’s also brave. When you know, you know” (Ten points to Gryffindor!).

What have I done?

Up until two weeks ago, I had never quit a job before. Now I have quit three. I’m quite the experienced quitter, you could say — a new skill for the resume.

I think I’m in a state of shock. I should be freaking out right now. I am not a creature of change or spontaneity; I am a planner. I own a diary (which I take everywhere), a yearly wall planner and a monthly desk planner and I take them very seriously. I constantly check my finances (I have six weeks to get a job before I can’t afford my car anymore), I have a reserve fund that is not to be touched unless there is a dire emergency, for example, the end of the world. I don’t just walk around quitting jobs here and there. My mantra is not “everything will work out in the end” — everything will only work out if it is well-funded, -informed and -planned.

You may have surmised by now that I am not a spontaneous person. You would be correct. Whilst I currently have no major financial commitments (beep beep — except the car) it is just not normal for me to be so…free.

You may have surmised by now that I am not a spontaneous person.

That’s what this tastes like right now: freedom with a hint of both boredom and excitement. Maybe I can finally finish writing that novel I’ve been working on or reading those books I bought a year ago. Perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to, oh I don’t know, network and intern in a field I actually want to end up in. Possibly, somewhere deep down, the reason I’m not freaking out as much as I expected is that I knew that this was the right decision. In not working, I can actually get a lot of work done.faW

Maybe I needed this. Maybe, I’m going to close my eyes for a little longer and enjoy this.

This article was first posted in Orenda 2.